I’m almost 50, and my knee kept me awake all night long. I have a son going in for a colonoscopy, so I tell my wife I may not be able to stay awake…I got yelled at for it.
God damn I wish I could find a job my broken body could do and get the fuck out of this house. Just leave.
End rant.
It’s just how she is. It’s pretty bad, as I can get into a lot o| trouble if I throw things away (as I am in just too much pain to go through all the stuff on the floors, counters, fridge).
The worst part is, she will clean, and the kids will help, but not with me here.
Erf! Spent a bit of time doing some cleaning today, and so…darn…sore…Fifty bucks says I haven’t done anything to her, though, and throw in another ten dollar bet as I’m certain she’ll get ticked that I put the sewing machine in my bedroom (not a lot of space in our house, but I make sure my work areas are kept decent).